Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Do, or do not. There is no try. (Master Yoda)
Okay... I already did it once, so I might as well do it again, no? And afterall... she told me to, no?
Be proud of me!!!
11:36am seemed like a good time to call her, because chances are that she is at work, and I will get to talk with her answering machine again, and not making an ass out of myself by talking with her in person and having to ask her to repeat every other sentence again cause I can't hear people on the phone very well, sounding like a complete retard. Believe you me... if you ever had the chance to talk with me on the phone, you'll know that it's a procedure as enjoyable as getting our toenails pulled - both yours and mine. Yours because it's like having to mimick a broken record at full volume in order for me to understand what you are saying, and mine because I feel like an idiot having to ask you to mimick a broken record at full volume in order to understand what you are saying over and over again.
Anyway. I was right. I got her answering machine. However, I discovered that I can also sound like a complete retard when I am just leaving a message. So yeah... I thanked her for calling me back and letting me know that she was alright, and that I thought it was really "sweet" (-sweet! Ugh!) of her... and then that if she's still interested and since it didn't work out last weekend, she can come see us play this Friday, gave her the time and location of the gig, and then... ugh... then I told her that I would love to see her there.
You see, I didn't say: "I'd love to see you there."
I said: "I'd love to see you there."
How idiotic!!! How creepy!!!
Then I forgot to leave her my call back number (- who says that she wrote it down somewhere, last time?), forgot to tell her to call me back to confirm or to decline, told her "I will see you later, girl", and hung up... breathing hard to get my heartbeat back under my own control, and to get my wild irrational shaking to stop.
Well. At least nobody can tell me I didn't get over myself and try. Nu-huh.
Be proud of me!!!
11:36am seemed like a good time to call her, because chances are that she is at work, and I will get to talk with her answering machine again, and not making an ass out of myself by talking with her in person and having to ask her to repeat every other sentence again cause I can't hear people on the phone very well, sounding like a complete retard. Believe you me... if you ever had the chance to talk with me on the phone, you'll know that it's a procedure as enjoyable as getting our toenails pulled - both yours and mine. Yours because it's like having to mimick a broken record at full volume in order for me to understand what you are saying, and mine because I feel like an idiot having to ask you to mimick a broken record at full volume in order to understand what you are saying over and over again.
Anyway. I was right. I got her answering machine. However, I discovered that I can also sound like a complete retard when I am just leaving a message. So yeah... I thanked her for calling me back and letting me know that she was alright, and that I thought it was really "sweet" (-sweet! Ugh!) of her... and then that if she's still interested and since it didn't work out last weekend, she can come see us play this Friday, gave her the time and location of the gig, and then... ugh... then I told her that I would love to see her there.
You see, I didn't say: "I'd love to see you there."
I said: "I'd love to see you there."
How idiotic!!! How creepy!!!
Then I forgot to leave her my call back number (- who says that she wrote it down somewhere, last time?), forgot to tell her to call me back to confirm or to decline, told her "I will see you later, girl", and hung up... breathing hard to get my heartbeat back under my own control, and to get my wild irrational shaking to stop.
Well. At least nobody can tell me I didn't get over myself and try. Nu-huh.
